Fight or flight?
Freeze into a vice like grip.
Fighting words come fast and thick and slice like hot knives.
Cutting deep.
You will not surrender,
Until all that pains you is ameliorated.
Yet you cannot see the way.
The casualties of battle become too great.
Many cowardly acts committed.
The shame unbearable.
The power cannot be maintained.
Will dissipates,
Battles cease.
The war postponed.
Adrenalin keeps the fighting spirit alive.
But at what cost?
Spirit broken, body bruised,
And the terrible weight of fatigue grinds you down into the ground.
Here's the challenge - compose a poem each day for one year, that reflects my agrarian life. On our hobby farm on the edge of the Monaro my husband Matthew and I raise children (I have eight, though only five remain at home), sheep, goats, chooks, piglets, a milking cow and her calf, fruit and vegies. To support this enterprise I teach in the remotest school in Victoria - if anywhere in Victoria is truly remote.
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Friday, 24 July 2015
Tipping Point
Just keep filling that bucket.
You CAN carry just one more drop.
The filling momentum increases,
Fumble inaffectively for the tap.
Move effortfully so only a few drops spill out.
A sarcastic comment, hurtful rebuke,
Patience disappates, you falter.
You hear a thoughtless word,
Experience one dissapointing action.
And...
EVERYONE becomes aware that you have reached,
Your "tipping point".
You CAN carry just one more drop.
The filling momentum increases,
Fumble inaffectively for the tap.
Move effortfully so only a few drops spill out.
A sarcastic comment, hurtful rebuke,
Patience disappates, you falter.
You hear a thoughtless word,
Experience one dissapointing action.
And...
EVERYONE becomes aware that you have reached,
Your "tipping point".
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